The World Is A Shrivelled Raisin

18 Oct

And we’re the global generation

With our frequent flyer miles

Our fluency in foreign tongues

And friends across continents.

We fill our hollows with zinfandel

And raise toasts to 18-hour workdays

And rattle off names of all the massages

We need to de-stress, unwind, feel human again.

Strange words we consume,

Rigatoni, kim chi, sake and bagels,

And molten meltdowns in the candle-scented café

At the corner of 7th and 17th.

With our international degrees

And accents from back home

We walk our pedicured feet around cities

With elation, with pride, with joy,

That comes from loving

Securely one’s own.

Relationships are always in the plural,

Commitment necessitates a therapist and much pondering

And babies before 30 is suicide:

Only fools or the very brave would attempt it.

We have memories of snowstorms

And Mardi gras parades

And none of the nights

We stumbled home drunk.

And reunions stir up nostalgia

That only barely settles

At the bottom of our core

Threatening to regurgitate

At a moment’s notice

(And sometimes, not even that.)

We dance the salsa with abandon

Reworking the heavy kathak tread

Learned in a blurred, sepia childhood,

Our bodies unashamed,

Our spirits unfettered

Our lives the way we dreamed them.

And pillows are for soaking

All the broken dreams

That look around quickly

Before gushing forth and flooding

The silent, unjudging night.

P.S. Haaaaalp! How does one add line breaks to this darn thing?!

13 Responses to “The World Is A Shrivelled Raisin”

  1. M4 October 18, 2008 at 4:34 pm #

    The last stanza — brilliance!

  2. Aunty G October 18, 2008 at 5:54 pm #

    The teary shrivelled raisin can become
    Lusciously delicious when soaked in rum
    That’s Life, my dear girl
    Sometimes gone in a whirl
    So, give it your whole heart, Lady — and then some!

  3. Broom October 19, 2008 at 5:21 am #

    That was lovely and melancholic. Perfect for a sunny Saturday afternoon in an alien city.

    (And you use “” in the html for line breaks)

  4. Broom October 19, 2008 at 5:22 am #

    oops it gobbled up my html code.

    use “” (with no spaces)

  5. Broom October 19, 2008 at 5:23 am #

    ok i give up.
    google html for line break.

  6. D October 19, 2008 at 2:27 pm #

    Loved it! Except that not all nights are “unjudging”.

  7. Grimescene October 20, 2008 at 2:06 pm #

    Beautiful. Makes more sense to me now, than when I saw it some months ago… maybe I am improving in intellect…

  8. Orange Jammies October 20, 2008 at 2:22 pm #

    M4: I think the earlier stanzas sort of worked toward culminating into the final one. It wasn’t a conscious process, though, just turned out that way. 🙂

    Aunty G: Yum, rum and raisins reminds me of Christmas pudding. It’s one of my favoritest things ever. :mrgreen:

    Broom: Thanks, girl. And welcome to the blog. 🙂

    D: In my experience, they’re the most accepting hours of the clock.

    Grimescene: Must be the fabulous company you’ve been keeping. 😉

  9. Nino's Mum October 20, 2008 at 4:39 pm #

    Thought it was brilliant observation first time around, found bits and pieces of myself the second time I read it.
    badiya hai.

  10. Orange Jammies October 20, 2008 at 10:18 pm #

    Nino’s Mum: Thenkyoo ji. 😉 That happens to me too.

  11. kye October 21, 2008 at 3:24 pm #

    Orangs jammies, the non-rhyming poetry kinda reminds me of my own writing… though mine is a little more childish, but its nice to read something written in a style i use on my blog.

  12. gooddaysunshine October 22, 2008 at 7:13 pm #

    Wise words! And I love Aunty G’s comment (as always I guess!!)

  13. Orange Jammies October 22, 2008 at 8:57 pm #

    kye: It’s pretty commonly used, kye. Welcome to familiarity. 🙂

    gooddaysunshine: Have to live up to my name, non? 😉

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